Never have I felt such a concentration of my whole Being—on one object, in one place, at one time—a blessed eternity of momentariness that went on forever, it seemed. I felt you call me, though your voice said something different, something about the rainbow spectrum—but the whole of you, the depth of you called to me and I had to answer—and not with words—this wordless call. Now is this only my madness? With you in my arms (I tremble as I remember it to write it) I was sure it was not.
